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there are no promises, what are you waiting for? faeces everywhere, faeces of your morbid god let me feed on your guts, become my l*st

pain is a lair of my dreams and nothing more faeces everywhere, faeces of your morbid god is it worth waiting for the death call?

blood from wounds – satan is lord breath from mouth – satan is lord birth from c*nt – satan is lord life is nothing worth laugh and die in flames spit and rise on pyre dance and m*st*rb*t* no more life – satan is lord

come with me to the suicidal church of h*ll i want to see you eating your own skin hear your nocturnal sl*ts are calling loud

evoke the ethereal demons and spin around with them end your life as you always want, punish your soul is it worth waiting for the death call?

blood from wounds – satan is lord breath from mouth – satan is lord birth from c*nt – satan is lord life is nothing worth

through the stench of desecrated graves towards inhumanity, terror and death i love decadence…